Run, I will bring you torture
Run, I will.
Wake up, I see fear in your eyes
a disgusting smell, clouds your mind
wish upon a falling star, your parents, don't know where you are
save your breath, they cant hear you
molested dead boys in the corner
their faces show signs of their torture.
raping the flesh of the young
torture for you, has just begun,
(you have prolapsed)
smashing through the pelvis of a hairless crotch,
she screams, before she's let, to rot
defilement, of purity
defilement, of you
I come at you, with my scalpel blade
to carve my name, into your fucking face
Signed and sealed, like a slab of meat
kept in the dark waiting for my feast
I am the, defiler
I am the, defiler
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
